On The Move Listening: I'm fifteen for a moment, caught in between ten and twenty. And I'm just dreaming, counting the ways to where you are.
Yet another smooth day at the office. I ran into one bug though. I was asked for work from the thirty first of May. I had to dig through someone's desk to find it. When I got there, the daily work was miraculously missing. I had May thirtieth and June first. I looked on a calendar that went back to June first and it seemed like the thirty first was a Monday. It didn't dawn on me until an hour later and a question asked that no wonder the daily work for the thirty first wasn't there. It was frikkin' Memorial Day! Why the hell would people be asking for work that didn't exist. They should have just asked for month end stuff. Bastards. Wasting my time with their lack of foresight. It was huge brain fart on many people's levels.
After work, I had dinner with Booch. We went out for Japanese. I haven't had sushi in so long so I decided that it's what I really wanted. It was mad yummy. I also got some cucumber ice cream from JP Licks as well. I think they're the only people who carry it. It's so yummy and refreshing. What I really wonder is what a cucumber sorbet would be like or a cucumber mint sorbet or a cucumber basil sorbet would be like. I can imagine them being really good. I think cucumber should be used more in things like desserts and cocktails. I think that they can add a really refreshing taste to anything. Mmm... Cucumber.
In other news, after two episodes, I am hooked on the new FX show called Rescue Me which stars Dennis Leary. Of course it has a little bit of his humor, but all in all, the real story is in the drama. Dennis Leary's character is a firefighter who is losing his separated wife and kids to a man who wants them to move with him to California. In addition, Leary's character is haunted by comrades that he lost on 9/11, people he has lost in rescues and so on and so forth. He talks to his cousin who is a firefighter that was killed on 9/11. The story is that all they found was a finger and the "ghost" of his cousin talks to him and is missing a finger. Leary's character also started drinking again after being sober for fourteen months. I think the most powerful image that the show has put forth happens at the end of the pilot episode. You see Dennis Leary on a rocky beach thinking about all of these ghosts that haunt him as they are standing there on the beach with him. As he leaves, they follow right behind him. It really is amazing and I am not doing it justice. I just thought it was deeply moving. There's so much effort put into the humanity within the characters. Oh, man. It's so good.
Last night I stayed up until three in the morning. The movie Gross Anatomy was on TV and I watched about half of it. It's one of my favorite movies. It stars Matthew Modine, Daphne Zuniga and Christine Lahti. It's about a group of people going through medical school. If you haven't seen it, I strongly urge you to. Though it is a bit dated, since it came out in 1989, but it really is worth a watch.
So, anyways, I stayed up late last night, so I'm gonna go to sleep earlier tonite. Gonna make the coffee and go to sleep, so g'nite all.
Relaxing Day Listening: But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do. Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you, singing someday it'll bring me back to you.
Today's day of work was pretty relaxing. Everything went really smoothly and I spent the majority of my day catching up on the Global Domination blog in the "Consistent Reads" section. The guy had a killer story in his last entry. Someday I hope to go and travel around Europe for a few months. Some of the stories that this kid has are amazing and his pictures are killer to boot.
Japanaphile and The Violent One came over for dinner tonite. Made penne tossed with chicken and veggies. It was good.
You know what, I don't have a lot to write today. It's half past two and I have to work tomorrow, so I'm cutting it short. To tell you the truth, there wasn't all that much excitement today aside from my brother calling me a couple of times to discuss my parents' relationship with my blog. Actually, it was quite entertaining. I was supposed to call them tonite, but The Violent One and Japanaphile didn't leave until around midnight or so. Anyways, off to sleep for me. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.
A Bad Case Of The Mondays Listening: You could call me. You call if you wanna bump over me. If you was my baby. I'm always one call away.
Man, the majority of today was frikkin horrible. I got into work and it just kersploded all over me. Numbers weren't working right and I spent three hours on something that normally takes me about fifteen minutes. It was outrageous. A bunch of go-to guys were out today too. I felt like a complete imbicile. The problem isn't just that I'm new on the floor there. The problem is that the work gets shifted around so much that you don't get to know your stuff in-depth. You don't even have the time to get used to the work, let alone know the work inside and out. It's ridiculous. I don't understand why the managers assign the work like they do. I understand that it keeps things exciting. I think my thing is that I don't think that they give the workers a chance to get bored of the work. On the other side of the business, we would have the same work for long long periods of time. We're talking for at least six months at a time with minimal switch ups. I think that things should change quarterly. That way you have three months to see month end procedures and you have a large chance at seeing some of the random anomalies that cna happen. But, I'm not the manager, so I have no real say on how things are done. Damn bureaucrats.
So my day was a living hell hole until my phone rang. I got a rather nice phone call. It brightened my day. You know, all it takes is one little thing to turn a day around. Of course, it works both ways. But in this case, it worked in my favor.
Tonite, I decided not to clean my apartment and instead went out dancing. I caught up with a ton of people that I hadn't seen in a while. Actually, the reason I went out was because Carpenter called and left messages for me for the past two weekends, and I hadn't gotten back to him. I figured I should go see what he's up to. I had a decent time dancing. It's amazing the response that you get when you don't go out dancing for months at a time. It's like you're a frikkin' celebrity and everyone wants to talk to you and dance with you. It's kind of crazy. I think that's one of the reasons that I only go out dancing once in a while. If I went out all of the time, I wouldn't get the same response.
After dancing a few of us went out for ice cream. I didn't have any. I just went for the chat. There were some really annoying swing dancers there. Man, if ever I needed a shot gun, it was then. I could have taken the whole lot of them in one fell swoop. I did, however, get to catch up with a friend of mine who went to MIT, graduated, worked in Munich for a year, and then came backt to be a teacher at a college in the 'burbs. He owes me a beer. He offered me ice cream, but I wasn't feelin' it at the moment, so I declined.
I got home around midnight, farted around on the computer for a bit and I just got off the phone with The Violent One. It's half past two now and I have to set my coffee for tomorrow. Then, it's off to beddy bye. I'm tired too. I want to get to sleep soon.
The Blur That Was Listening: Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me. Oh, things are gonna happen naturally. And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side and balancing the whole thing, but often times those words get tangled up in lines and the bright lights turn to night until the dawn it brings a little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me.
So the last few days were a little bit of a blur to me and they continue to be so, but I'm just sort of rolling with it. Let's begin the story on Wednesday night.
After a night of working on mixes until five in the morning and a day of mindnumbing work, I came home to find the girl packing up the last of her stuff into her two HUGE suitcases. When I left in the morning, I thought for sure that she wouldn't be able to fit everything in. To an extent, I was right.
I got home at around a quarter to seven and we had her farewell party to attend to at half past, so we were both rushing around a bit. We were out the door at twenty past, and the train didn't get there until a little after half past, so she was running late. I had to run back to the office, because I left one of the mix CDs in my work computer as I was "testing" it out. Luckily, we ran into one of the girl's friends on the T and she agreed to take her to Ned Devine's ahead so I could meet them at the party.
When I finally got to Ned Devine's along with Booch, who I ran into on the way, there were only a couple of people there. Actually, including the girl, Booch and I, there were seven of us. As time went on, people trickled in. I think at the height of the shindig, there were just over twenty people or so. The girl was dreading it for the past few days. She really didn't want to have a going away party. However, when the party was said and done and the shots went down the hatch, she had a good time. Leaving Ned Devine's she had the biggest smile on her face.
Following the party a number a small group of us went to Chinatown to get some good eats, as opposed to the okay eats at Ned Devine's. It was me, the girl, The Violent One, Fester and The Boy Wonder. On the way there, things got very real for me. Boy this, I mean that it was really sinking in that in five hours, I would be getting a cab to go to the airport and in six and a half hours I would see her slip past a barrier and into customs and in seven and a half hours, I would be opening the door to a much emptier apartment. In Chinatown, we had a good dinner. It was fun. Jokes all around and even a boba fight, but I knew in my heart what was really happening was one last hurrah for a long while.
When we got home, she finished the final bits of packing, I finished a random hip-hoppy party mix for the girl, and we found enough time to spend hanging out chatting on the couch. Man did it hurt though.
At five, we walked out the door. At five thirty, we were at check in. At six, we were having coffee for the last time in a long time. At ten to seven, I had to let her go.
It only too me about forty minutes to get home, so I was home at a half past seven. I got to see the new Airport T Station, which I have decided looks like it's something out of EPCOT, and I was kind of glassy eyed the whole way. I listened to one of the mixes that I made her as a going away gift. It was one of the three that I worked on until five in the morning the previous night. I nearly lost it when "Anytime" by Brian McKnight came on. Damn.
So when I got home, I knew I had some time to kill before I had to go to work. Since I hadn't slept much the night before, and I hadn't slept in over twenty four hours, I figured sleeping would be the best thing to do. How wrong was I? Very wrong. The next thing I knew, my phone was ringing. It was my boss. It was half past eleven. Yeah. I was an hour and a half late.
The funny thing about that was that I didn't get any real shit for it because my boss knew I was bringing my girl to the airport early that morning. And even better, I got all of my work done super early too. Yeah. Monkey work.
After work, I went to a reality TV audition. It's for this show where you work for Gordon Ramsay, a 3 star Michelin rated chef from England, with a chance to win a two million dollar restaurant. I spent from six in the evening until nine in the evening there and didn't get an interview. They're supposed to call me today, but I don't see it happening. I think I would be a killer candidate for this show though. I think I would be the total dark horse of the show. You know, the guy with no culinary experience, but comes from no where, a street chef, to take it all. Yeah, but if they don't call, they don't call. I'll call them when I get back from Montreal.
When I got home last night, I didn't even want to cook. It was late and muggy out. I didn't even really have the energy to reheat anything, but I ended up reheating some porkloin and some veggies. The Violent One came over with some black currant sorbet for me too. I was too frikkin tired to do anything that I needed to do last night. My apartment was a mess. I had dishes to do. I had to pack for Montreal. It was ridiculous how much I had to do. The dishes and the packing got done, but everything else was neglected.
I finally got to sleep sometime between two and three. That was the most sleep that I have gotten in the past four days. Sick sick sick.
Anyways, I have twenty more minutes of work (not that I'm counting or anything) before I bust out of here and run my ass home to pick up my stuff before meeting some guy who is driving me up to New Hampshire to get in ANOTHER guy's car to go up to Montreal. Man I wish there was a Soul Revival that I could go to. I need to decompress. So, time for me to go. I hope I can put my heart into the racing this weekend.
Our Time Listening: My lover's gone. His boots no longer by my door. He left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go.
So, I've pretty much been away from my blog for the past month. The last couple of entries were just sort of eluding to what was going on. So, since I now have time on my side, I can tell you all what happened over the past month.
So I fell in love with a girl. The trick of it was, she fell in love with me too. *Gasp* I think something that has NEVER been mentioned before in my blog has finally made an appearance. Mutual love and affection. Real. Very real. We've been dating for the past month, and just this morning, I put her on a plane back to England.
So, now you understand today's "Listening" post. It was a toss up between Dido's "My Lover's Gone" and The White Stripes' "Fell In Love With A Girl." Yes. I did fall in love with a girl, but what I'm feeling now is that my lover is gone.
So, I'm really not going to recap the entire month for you, so I'm just going to mention some highlights.
Before Sunset - I went to see Before Sunset with the girl. It was amazing how the situation between Jessie and Celine paralleled us.
Fireworks - I took my girl to see the Fourth of July Fireworks at the Mass Ave. Bridge. We had an amazing view. She had never been in the States for the nation's birthday.
Baraka Cafe - A killer dinner to share. Mmm... nut cookies.
A Weekend In New Hampshire - An amazing time in a house with friends for half the time and alone for the other half. The drive-in. The lake. The French toast. The most amazing nap. The perfect chill weekend with my girl.
So, this past month has been our time. Not belonging to you, the public, and I, but to me and my girl. This has been our time, our month. Only for us and it has been amazing.
Now that she has returned to England, we'll see what happens. I remain hopeful though. Couldn't stop thinking about her all day long.
It's late now and two nights ago, I got three hours of sleep. Last night, well, I supposedly only got one. I need to sleep now. I'll try to write more tomorrow before I go to Montreal for the weekend.
